He liked his scrambled eggs a little runny
and could eyeball grits by the pot.
He taught us how to mix them
with our bacon and eggs
to form a perfect combination.
Grandaddy had the energy of an athlete
with a need for adventure and tons of excitement.
He had a love of all things simple
and a hunger to glorify God
by living the life he was given.
His hug was as soft as a teddy bear
but firm and full of love.
Though his laugh was silent
it sent his shoulders shaking and
could fill up an entire room.
If Grandaddy was a smell,
he’d smell like the dirt and soil that caked his gloves
and surrounded the flowers in his garden.
He’d smell like magnolias & honeysuckle
like the overflowing bushes in their old backyard.
Grandaddy wasn’t worn down like the
deck of cards he’d pull out to draw us
together around the kitchen table
and we’d laugh at his knack for winning
and the fact that he was always the champion.
He was a frugal man
who’d question my Starbucks obsession
when he knew you could get better for less at McDonalds.
And he was never one to pass up a good biscuit
or the fizzy deliciousness of a diet mountain dew.
He was a gardener
an after dinner dishwasher
a discount shopper
a helping husband
a quiet listener
a newspaper reader
a loyal friend
and now he’s an angel.
RIP JERRY MADDOX
1938 - 2011